When I was a kid,I wanted my mother to look just like Tammy Wynette. Mother attended Pine Manor (one of the few words and/ or schools that are properly spoken with your teeth (and legs) clenched tightly together). Tammy who??, she'd bark. Enough said.
Rats,
Aunt Mark
ps I like big hair.
ps you can also say "Calvin Klein" with your teeth clenched. Try it.
mind over manor
if you don't pine, it doesn't
matter. teeth are clenched
SDR you are right, but George's slide guy goes way off. Its like he is a parody of himself. Now I know you probably think ALL country music is like that, and it kind of is. But this guy is sick like a harpsichord.
"Frito Ears".
You know, the great Southern California pop painter Edward Ruscha did a painting titled: "They Called Her Styrene".
Thats right up there with "Accidental Sideburns".
And "Possum".
EDIT: Full title of that last one was:
"I Don't Need No S- Silicones- Or Accidental Sideburns"
(The words are more than just titles. They ARE the painting.
Yes,
It was a terrible speeding ticket. A safe 92mph in a 55 zone on I95. After dark. I was polite and dressed in pink. Ticket dismissed. I need to slow down. Lawyers. Hi, and Happy holidays.
Fact,
Aunt Mark
ps I seldom sweat, and the more you cry, the less you pee. Celebrate the season.
(edit) I forgot to mention that I was in a construction zone. Jesus times two.
a quick ***** ******* *****
A safe 92
jesus times two. and clenched teeth
Mark in the wagon
You remind me of an 18 year old kid I knew… His name was Tad. He would take small-town intersection turns in his car on just two wheels!
Of course he got nailed repeatedly by the cops, but was completely incredulous-- he couldn't understand why they even stopped him, since he insisted he was "in complete control" of his car. Two wheel turns had become so regular for him.
^^^^^ ^^^^^^^ ^^^^^
Four seventy five
hourly rate to the point
send the bill, my god.
ps Redistribution of wealth. I had my seatbelt on. Music was loud. Move on. Probably sober. Lucky. Pay Pay Pay. Irresponsible. Stoopid fast wagon. Hello. I'm stll here.
pss Female State Trooper actually clocked me (she thought) traveling a bit faster. My god. I was on my way home from my golf lesson! "Look at my shoe's", I said. She asked what my handicap was? I told her that I was socially retarded. I signed the ticket with my own ink pen, as she put hers into her mouth while thumbing through the ticket holder. She needed proper training, and probably got off on the "wrong exit" early in life. I liked her. Yup. Her name was Cindy.
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